Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Shadows of Time by Jackie Meekums-Hales

 Please welcome Jackie Meekums-Hales author of Shadows of Time

Jackie Meekums-Hales will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.



Shadows of Time

by Jackie Meekums-Hales

 

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GENRE: Women's Fiction

 

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INTERVIEW:


1. What or who inspired you to start writing?

 

This is really difficult to answer, because I started writing when I was very young, and I don’t remember being inspired. I was one of a group of friends who played together in the woods behind our houses, and I started writing plays as part of our games. It seemed a natural part of using our imaginations. I didn’t write much as I got older, other than for school, until I was studying literature and history as a student. I then began writing poetry and prose fragments as an outlet for my thoughts and feelings about the world around me. Having one of my poems published in a student pamphlet inspired me to submit others for public consumption. 

 
3. What elements are necessary components for this genre?

 

I can’t claim to be an expert on this genre, because this is my first novel, but I think there has to be some growth in self-knowledge, when faced with an obstacle or difficult situation. For example, Cathy has built the life she thought she wanted, but her mother’s death brings with it challenges to her assumptions about herself, her way of life and her views of other people. She has to reconcile all of this. 

 

I also think there has to be some reflection of issues that affect, or have affected, women’s lives, so that there is something the reader can identify with and some can be given a voice through the characters. This is where I think the flashbacks to Maggie’s story and Cathy’s experience before she emigrated are so important. 


2. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

 

What inspired me to write my novel was my fascination with family history, having spent two years researching my own and watching television programmes like “Who do you think you are?“, “Heir Hunters” and “Long Lost Family”. There are often surprise revelations, and there are so many examples of women having lost children because they were unmarried, because of death, or because they emigrated. My great-grandmother, for example, lost all three sons to the First World War, to which Maggie’s mother alludes early in the novel (Ch 9):

 

“ …she knew what heartache these war-time romances could bring. It didn't seem that long since her sister had lost the man she loved to the trenches of the Great War. They had been so young, so full of hope that at least it had been the war to end all wars, a noble sacrifice. But that had been part of the great lie that had taken so many boyfriends, husbands, fathers, and beautiful young sons to their death.”

 

Infant death seemed to be common, and I was surprised at how many women were pregnant when they got married. They wouldn’t have dared to have a baby out of wedlock. As a teenager in the 1960s, I’d known at least two people, a bit older than me, who’d had to give up babies for adoption because they weren’t married, with all the grief that caused. I have relatives in Canada, New Zealand and Australia, because of ancestors’ emigration, not to mention the devastating personal experience of losing my own daughter and her family to Australia in 2014, which is embodied in Maggie’s reaction (Ch 17):

 

“…her mother collapsed against the kitchen units, sobbing like someone whose dearest loved one had just died, incapable of anything but cries of "No! Oh God, NO!" Maggie had known that if her daughter made up her mind, that would be it. She would go. Engulfed by imminent loss and ultimate fear of what the future held, Maggie clung to her husband, who—helpless in the face of such grief—could say nothing to make it any better.”


4. What expertise did you bring to your writing?

 

The only expertise I can claim is having been an English teacher for over thirty years. I didn’t have problems with spelling and punctuation, but even then I could be wrong in terms of common usage, when compared to modern publishing practice, because I learnt grammar in the 1960s. I’d spent years analysing literature, in order to teach it, so I understood poetic devices and rhetoric, and I have an expansive vocabulary. I still had an awful lot to learn about making my own writing fit for publication. 

 


5. What would you want your readers to know about you that might not be in your bio?

 

My context. I am one of four siblings, so I grew up as the third child and yet the older sister, because the war created an age gap between two pairs of children. Coming from a working-class background, none of us took up careers in the arts, but we did all go into professions. As we got older, we all turned to creativity of some kind. Sadly, my brother died in 2017, but he’d spent his life as a naval officer – there are shades of him in Robert in “Shadows of Time”, with his smart appearance and naval background.  When he retired, he took up silver-smithing and creating equipment for disabled people. My older sister has written some poetry and is a talented artist. She has invented a character about whom she writes amusing cameo pieces. My younger sister was a lecturer, but we went to the same grammar school, had the same teachers, could both write. When she retired, she began writing fiction instead of academic papers. What we didn’t anticipate was that we would both have our debut novels accepted by the same publisher, so we both have Between the Lines to thank for getting our novels into print. They had no idea we were sisters when they accepted mine, because I submitted under my married name, Hales, and my sister used our maiden name, Meekums. I added my maiden name for publication, because I discovered there was another writer with the name Jackie Hales. I wonder how many publishers have two sisters on their books?

 


6. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

 

I just want to enjoy writing into old age. I have two more completed novels, and when I’ve found time to finish revising and editing them myself, I need to decide what to do with them – try submitting them for publication or learn to self-publish. If they’re rejected by publishers, I may do the latter. I’d like to try writing an epistolary novel, between two sisters, inspired by the structure Alice Walker used in one of my favourite books of all time – “The Color Purple” – as well as going back to the origins of the novel. I’ll always write poetry, as sometimes I think in images, but if that’s published, it will probably be in one-offs online, rather than in an anthology of my own. I’d love to be able to do something with my collection of short stories one day, and I have a children’s novel still to be completed. I’ve become jaded, when it comes to entering competitions, because of the cost and the improbability of winning, but I may still enter some, just to see…


7. If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?

 

I am none of the characters in their entirety, but I think maybe I’d be June, rooted in the place she loves, surrounded by her children and with a warm heart. I have tended to be the “sensible one”, the coper, the older of two sisters, and a teacher. My mum had no such secret, but if she had sprung a surprise like Robert on us when she died, I’d like to think I’d have welcomed him. 


8. Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?

 

‘ “Have you got a photo of Great-grandma?” Georgie asked innocently. “We’re doing family trees at school. I need to make a list of all the surnames and all the places my ancestors came from.”

Bob tried to hide the feeling that the blood was draining from his face. His heart sped up as he just managed enough control to answer. “Well, I’ll have to have a think about that, young man.” 

He knew that fobbing off a bright seven-year-old probably wasn’t going to work, but right now he didn’t feel up to a full explanation. 

Luckily, at that very moment, his daughter called to her son, “Georgie. You haven’t cleaned your teeth yet. Hurry up! Bedtime, NOW!” When Vicky had that teacher's tone in her voice, you did as you were told, even if you were her father, so, unsurprisingly, Georgie pecked his granddad on the cheek and, with a brief “Night,” disappeared from the room.’

 

This extract is where Georgie’s school work sets of a whole chain of events, because it makes Bob curious about his own birth. It was based on my own grandchildren asking me for a list of names and places, because they’d been studying the Tudors and Stuarts at school and learning how to make a family tree. The wry smile I had at Vicky’s teacher’s voice is based on the way I knew could turn on the teacher’s clip in my own voice. When I was at a mother and toddler group with my son, a new member was told: “When Jackie tells Ian off, we all sit up!”, which made us all laugh, because I didn’t realise the effect it had! 


9. Do you belong to a critique group? If so, how does this help or hinder your writing?

 

I did belong to a University of the Third Age writing group, before Covid struck. It encouraged me to take the seed of an idea from a prompt and work a story around it, so it helped me to draft without worrying about it being perfect first time, but only on short pieces of writing, Via Zoom, during the pandemic I was able to join another group of writers, many of whom had already published books. Feedback was very useful, for example when someone queried “head-hopping”, because they found it difficult to follow. It made me put myself in the place of the listener and made me more aware of technique. 

 
10. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

 

I submitted poetry years ago, motivated by helping children to submit their work and colleagues’ encouragement, but when it came to submitting prose, in recent years, I have to give credit to sharing my love of writing with my sister, who turned to writing fiction when she retired. She already had experience of publishing academic work and had her first novel accepted, so she encouraged me to finish mine. We both began submitting pieces for online publication, and we collaborated on a joint memoir, which then gave me the confidence to pitch my novel to several publishers. 

 
11. What is the best and worst advice you ever received? (regarding writing or publishing)

 

I think the answer to this is “Don’t give up”. It’s both the best and worst, because it can be very hard to deal with rejection, and I let that put me off at first, but unless you keep going, you’ll never be accepted, and sometimes what one rejects another will publish. 

 


12. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

 

I tend to blend these two ways of writing, so I’ll start with an idea, and I’ll make some kind of rough plan to get me going, but then, as I get to know my characters, I let them take me into what they would say and do, and that can change what I thought I was going to write. With short stories, I definitely just see where they take me, and usually have to cut them to a word limit, but with a novel, I do impose an overall structure, so that I have a story arc with some kind of resolution. 


13. How do you maintain your creativity?

 

I walk in the countryside. I have my best ideas when I’m out across fields or down by the river, away from the humdrum of life in the house. I don’t try to force it, because I write when I want to, but a story can nag away in my head until it’s formed on the page. I might just meet a new character in my imagination, while I’m walking down a lane, lost in my own thoughts, or I might spot someone or something that sparks an idea. I might feel strongly about something going on in the world, and snippets of poetry start to form in my head. There is no pressure on me to write, so I just let myself enjoy it. 

 


15. Anything else you might want to add?

Thank you for taking an interest in my novel. I hope those who read it enjoy it and can sense something of what I wanted to shine a spotlight on. I was in my twenties in the 1970s, when women were fighting for the right to equal pay, among other things, so my consciousness of social inequality and injustice towards my generation and those before me makes me very aware that it’s still out there, as “Me too” has illustrated. The end of the novel was inspired by sitting on a seat at Point Walter, in Perth, Australia, during a visit to my daughter. The seat was beautifully carved and dedicated to the “lost generation” of children taken from Aboriginal mothers. It struck me that, over the years, women had lost children in so many ways, and that we can all empathise with each other, so it pulled together the final strands of my story. 





BLURB:

 

Maggie’s daughter, Cathy, is a successful business woman in Australia. After the failure of a relationship and her mother’s death, she returns to England for the funeral, hoping to rekindle her childhood sense of carefree life in the Yorkshire countryside. She is confronted by revelations about Maggie’s tragic past, which has a legacy of loss overshadowing her family’s  present and future. As Cathy and her sister June unravel the truth, her mother’s story unfolds in a flashback to 1945. Life for the young Maggie before they were born reflects the world of mid-century attitudes towards women who dared to have a baby out of wedlock. The illusion of the Maggie her daughters knew is dispelled.

 

Meanwhile, two young women explore family history, and fate takes a hand. Three families are linked through coincidences and circumstances they did not know they shared. Cathy must decide how far, and for what reasons, she allows herself to live in the shadows of the past.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

The wind was roaring down the side of the house and through the chimney, and the daffodils were bending their heads in submission. It might be nearly spring, but that news did not seem to have reached the village yet. The smell of burning wood always brought back memories of bonfires at the bottom of the garden. Cathy's thoughts lingered on bonfire nights at the farm next door, when the children had ridden down to the middle field on bales of hay on a trailer pulled by an old tractor. How simple everything seemed then.

 

Cathy sensed that June’s tense shoulders meant she was steeling herself for something unpleasant. Cathy was busy trying to work out how to ask her what was wrong, when suddenly, staring into the flames, June announced, “We may have to sell the house, you know.” 

 

Cathy heard the words but didn’t believe she had. “What?” 

 

“We may have to sell the house. The solicitor phoned today about the reading of Mum's will. The house may not be ours, Cathy. We may have to move.” 

 

“WHAT?”

 

“Stop saying what! It seems that someone has appeared out of nowhere since Mum died. Something about someone else being entitled to something. I don't know the details. I’ve been dreading telling you, and I didn’t want to say anything in front of the twins.”

 

“How on earth could that be? I don’t believe it! There can’t be anyone else, can there? There must be a mistake!” She felt the cosy, comfy world she had come back to claim crumbling to ashes and dust.

 


 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Jackie is a member of the Society of Authors, whose debut novel Shadows of Time was the fulfilment of an ambition nurtured during her working life as a teacher, inspired by her research into her own and others’ family histories. She has been writing as a hobby since childhood, contributing to poetry anthologies since her undergraduate days and being a Poetry Guild national semi-finalist in the 1990s. She has also written short stories for friends, family and students. Since retiring, she has contributed to Poetry Archive Now (2020), with 20-20 Vision, uploaded to YouTube, and has had poetry and flash fiction published online by Flash Fiction North. One of her flash fictions is to appear in an anthology, having been selected from entries during the Morecambe Festival  2021. She had a creative memoir, Shelf Life, published by Dear Damsels in 2019, a precursor to collaborating with her sister on a creative non-fiction memoir Remnants of War, published in 2021. She writes a blog about her walks and thoughts in the Yorkshire and Somerset countryside. 

 

Twitter account:  Jackie Meekums Hales, writer (@jackieihales) / Twitter\ https://mobile.twitter.com/jackieihales

Blog: Jotting Jax

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Goodreads: Jacqueline Hales - Goodreads

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

 

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Tuesday, May 3, 2022

The Next Witness by Kirstyn Petras

 Please welcome Kirstyn Petras author of The Next Witness 

Kirstyn Petras will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


The Next Witness

by Kirstyn Petras

 

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GENRE: Thriller

 

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INTERVIEW:


1. What or who inspired you to start writing?

-       I don’t know if it was one thing in particular, it’s been a part of who I am for as long as I can remember. My bags growing up had a notebook and a book. I think my love of reading from a young age naturally evolved into wanting to write my own stories, and then it just spiraled from there. 


2. What elements are necessary components for this genre?

-       I’m not going to pretend to be an expert on any one genre - I like combining different genres and bending rules as necessary. But I think for thrillers/dark writing in general, not being afraid to let your characters be hurt. Let there be real consequences associated with the world in which you create. Let your readers fear for your character’s safety, and don’t promise a happy ending. If the world you are creating is terrifying, there probably won’t, or shouldn’t, be one. 


3. How did you come up with your idea for your novel?

-       So the novel was initially inspired by my AP US History class when I was a junior in high school. I think one of the things that people don’t really get about the US education system is how much of, not just world history and the effects of US action abroad, but how much of our own domestic history is left out until students reach the upper levels of high school. Hell, there have been cases of students in Tulsa who didn’t know what the Tulsa massacre was until college. So you have this moment of, if you’re open to it, a pivotal shift in the understanding of what American ideology and philosophy really encompasses. I think my way of processing that as a teenager was to take that idea to its extreme - this dystopian society that involved the erasure of history. Then I spent the next decade reworking and rewriting and learning and growing and allowing that initial plot thread to develop into the story it is now. 


4. What expertise did you bring to your writing?

-       A lot of this story, as I’ve said, was shaped by my education and understanding of US politics. I received a Master of Arts with Honours in International Relations from the University of Edinburgh, and a Master of Science in Global Affairs from New York University. I think having that backing certainly helped certain aspects of the story - the building blocks to build a universe with some footing in reality, and then stemming off into what is fictional. 


5. As far as your writing goes, what are your future plans?

-       I’m working on another book now, not in the same universe. Eventually, if writing was my career, that would be fantastic. That’s the dream. But for now, I’m taking what I learned from this experience and putting that into this new story. I also want to see how people respond to this story, what works and what doesn’t, and see where things go from there. 


6. If you could be one of the characters from this book, who would it be and why?

-       I wouldn’t want to be anyone from this book. I think readers will understand why as they read - this isn’t a universe in which someone should want to live. That said, I came up with the character of Melody when I was 15. She grew up with me. I poured a lot of my heart into her, and certainly care a lot about her. 


7. Can you give us a sneak peek into this book?

-       Absolutely. Here are snippets from each of the POV characters: Melody Karsh, Derek Lin, and Alexander Covington. 

Derek

“Well, we thank you very much, Detective Covington, for your time and encourage the public to cooperate fully. And now, a word from our sponsors.”

“Clear!” Morgan called, and Covington stood up. He ripped the microphone off his blazer, and, without a word, strode out of the studio. Morgan started screaming the second he was out of earshot.

“Do you want us shut down?! Do you have any idea what you've done?!”

“Morgan, what is he going to do?” Denise asked, leaning back. “Look, he didn't want me to ask a question, and I did anyway. They never actually announce stories like this. I wanted to know why - how far she could have gotten - the fact he didn’t answer doesn’t make that look good, does it?” 

Morgan gaped at her, before returning to the mixing booth. Derek followed her and peeked over her shoulder to watch the playback.

There, on the screen, were the pictures of the so-called terrorists. And there was her picture. She'd been at the bar, waiting for Sean, however long ago. He'd seen her picture, the background of Sean's phone, heard Sean talk about her, mope about her, drink himself stupid over her.

“We have a problem.” He muttered to Morgan.

“What?” Morgan jumped, not having seen him following her. “Why?”

“Because I’m pretty sure that girl’s been gone a hell of a lot longer than you think.” 


Melody Karsh

            “Why wouldn’t you be able to fight more?” Melody pressed him.

            Logan shook his head; she could see it out of the corner of her eye.

            “You may think Derek’s not afraid to die, but he is. I’ve known him for a long time. The guy’s scared. And you know what? I am too. You’re the one walking through this with nothing to lose anymore. The rest of us? We’re fucking terrified. I don’t want to die alone in a cramped little cell with the shit kicked out of me, so numb I can’t feel what finally kills me. I want to live, even if it means living with Covington screaming at me every day for the next 30 years. I don’t care. It’s better than the alternative.”

“So, this brings me back to my original point. Why did you leak it?”

“Why did you come back?” He challenged her. “What are you actually doing here? What are you gaining from helping in this?”

Melody looked out into the gray sky.

“Well, they feed me, don’t they?”

“If that’s all you care about, why do you even leave the house?”

“If you’re so terrified of dying, why do you?”

“For no other reason than sheer necessity.” 

            She had no response to this, and he stood up and left a few minutes later, leaving her alone in the freezing, sunlit afternoon.

 

Alexander Covington

He released his foot from the man’s hand, watching disdainfully as his men half carried, half dragged the man away. He started to follow, but out of the corner of his eye he saw something that made him pause. He turned around and saw someone staring at him with large brown eyes completely devoid of any expression. The bottom half of the face was covered in a black and white scarf, and the hair was covered with a black knit cap. By the slight curve of the body, he guessed it was a girl hiding under the layers of baggy clothing. Then his eyes traveled down, and he saw the gun in their hand.

            Pointed directly at his heart.

            His brain stopped.

            But then there was a yell from behind the person, and she whipped around, going to the aid of one of her fellow terrorists. She was pointing the gun at someone else.

Alexander felt himself stumble back, as though her looking away had released him from a spell. He should have had more bravery. He should’ve been able to move, to react, do something. But that look, beyond cold, had shaken him in a way he couldn’t quite describe.     

            He needed to get out of here, and away from whoever that was. And, he added a mental note, he needed to ask whoever they’d just taken in, just how many Party members they’d corrupted, or how many people Karsh had taught to use a gun. 


8. When did you first decide to submit your work? Please tell us what or who encouraged you to take this big step?

-       N.B. Turner, another author, primarily short stories and an incredibly talented writer, was the one who really pushed me to first submit the book. He and I have been friends for over a decade, and now we’re the cohosts of Dark Waters, a literary podcast focused on dark fiction. He actually read the first draft from way back when. He’s always been so supportive of the story. I think having someone who has had some success in having their work accepted say hey, this is good, do something with it, was the reassurance I needed to try. 


9. Do you outline your books or just start writing?

-       Outlines give me such bad anxiety, to be honest. The closest I’ve gotten was a poorly drawn plot bubble map with arrows pointing between the different POV characters, and it quickly became irrelevant because most of it changed. For the most part, I just start writing with a vague idea of what’s to come, and let the characters take me where they want to go. 


10. How do you maintain your creativity?

-       I try to not force my creativity. If the words aren’t coming, I can’t make them. So I’ll take a break. Try a new baking recipe. Train contortion for a few hours. Take a break from the story entirely. Exercise those muscles in a different way. And then see if whoever is stuck wants to tell me how to get them unstuck. 


11. Who is your favorite character in the book? Can you tell us why?

-       Jackie. She’s one of the few people who is actually competent. 





BLURB:

 

Alexander Covington is hunting a traitor: Melody Karsh, a missing girl accused of treason, a Party member who has forsaken her country. But, letters are appearing in mailboxes, being slipped beneath doors, and in the pockets of passersby. “Free Melody” is being spray painted on walls. Her image – cold, shivering, pathetic – has captured the public’s attention and sympathy.

 

Melody has no idea that her name is being used to start a movement, not until the executions of those demanding her freedom start airing on television.

 

Derek Lin would feel sympathy, if he didn’t blame Melody for the deaths of those who have disappeared without a trace, caught up in the investigation to find her.

 

Melody must choose to join the fight or stand aside. Derek will become a leader or break under the pressure. Alexander will decide how many bodies must fall to save his own life.

 

 

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EXCERPT:

 

“Well, we thank you very much, Detective Covington, for your time and encourage the public to cooperate fully. And now, a word from our sponsors.”

 

“Clear!” Morgan called, and Covington stood up. He ripped the microphone off his blazer, and, without a word, strode out of the studio. Morgan started screaming the second he was out of earshot.

 

“Do you want us shut down?! Do you have any idea what you've done?!”

 

“Morgan, what is he going to do?” Denise asked, leaning back. “Look, he didn't want me to ask a question, and I did anyway. They never actually announce stories like this. I wanted to know why - how far she could have gotten - the fact he didn’t answer doesn’t make that look good, does it?” 

 

Morgan gaped at her, before returning to the mixing booth. Derek followed her and peeked over her shoulder to watch the playback.

 

There, on the screen, were the pictures of the so-called terrorists. And there was her picture. She'd been at the bar, waiting for Sean, however long ago. He'd seen her picture, the background of Sean's phone, heard Sean talk about her, mope about her, drink himself stupid over her.

 

“We have a problem.” He muttered to Morgan.

 

“What?” Morgan jumped, not having seen him following her. “Why?”

 

“Because I’m pretty sure that girl’s been gone a hell of a lot longer than you think.”

 


 

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Kirstyn Petras is a fiction writer and commodities reporter but primarily identifies as caffeine in a human suit held together by hair spray and sheer force of will. She currently resides in Texas, though claims home as a combination of New York and Edinburgh. When not writing, she trains contortion and aerial hoop. She has been published in Punk Noir, and is the co-host of Dark Waters, a literary podcast exploring all that is dark, ready, and wonderfully twisted.

 

https://twitter.com/Kirstyn_Petras

https://cinnabarmoth.com/kirstyn-petras/

 

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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION and RAFFLECOPTER CODE

 

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Monday, May 2, 2022

Big Shot by Kirsten Weiss

Please welcome Kristen Weiss author of Big Shot

Kirsten Weiss will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


Big Shot

by Kirsten Weiss

 

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GENRE: Cozy Mystery

 

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BLURB:

 

Small Town. Big Murder.

 

The number one secret to my success as a bodyguard? Staying under the radar. But when a wildly public disaster and a dead client blew up my career and reputation, it turned my perfect, solo life upside down.

 

I thought my tiny hometown of Nowhere would be the ideal out-of-the-way refuge to wait out the media storm.

 

It wasn’t.

 

My little brother had moved into a treehouse. The obscure mountain town had decided to attract tourists with the world’s largest collection of big things... Yes, Nowhere now has the world’s largest pizza cutter. And lawn flamingo. And ball of yarn...

 

And then I stumbled over a dead body.  

 

All the evidence points to my brother being the bad guy. I may have been out of his life for a while—okay, five years—but I know he’s no killer. Can I clear my brother before he becomes Nowhere’s next Big Fatality?

 

A fast-paced and funny cozy mystery series, buy Big Shot now to take advantage of the special pre-order price of .99 cents.

 

Murder mystery game included in the back of the book!

 

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NOTE: The book will be on sale for $0.99 during the tour.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

Just to be clear, it wasn’t my fault. 

 

It wasn’t my responsibility either. But when my client slipped me a mickey, there’s a principle involved. Though after falling down a flight of hotel stairs, I wasn’t sure what that principle was anymore.

 

I staggered to my feet, lost the rest of my dinner in a potted palm, and careened through the door into the hotel lobby. 

 

Guests turned to stare, and why not? My blond hair fountained out of a high, pre-makeup-removal ponytail. Camo pajamas and flip-flops completed my tipsy party-girl look.

 

I staggered deeper into the chic gray and white lobby. Lights glinted off the chrome chandeliers, and I winced at their dizzying starbursts.

 

My fists clenched on my phone. Or at least I thought they did. My fingers were a little numb. But I’d expelled most of the drugs, and I was going to catch my wayward client, Toomas Koppel, and surveil him until it hurt. Him. Hurt him.

 

That wasn’t ego. I was well aware of my many flaws. But I also knew who I was and what I was, and what I was was very, very good at surveillance.

 

Plus, I was an optimist. Personal protection agents, otherwise known as bodyguards, frequently were. We liked to think we were tough and cynical, since our job was to watch for trouble. But you didn’t get into this business if you didn’t think you and your client would survive it. Maybe that was why I’d been snookered by mine. I still had no idea why he’d drugged me, but I was going to find out.

 


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Kirsten Weiss writes laugh-out-loud, page-turning mysteries. Her heroines aren’t perfect, but they’re smart, they struggle, and they succeed. Kirsten writes in a house high on a hill in the Colorado woods and occasionally ventures out for wine and chocolate. Or for a visit to the local pie shop. 

 

Kirsten is best known for her Wits’ End, Perfectly Proper Paranormal Museum, and Tea & Tarot cozy mystery books. So if you like funny, action-packed mysteries with complicated heroines, just turn the page…

 

Links:

Website: https://kirstenweiss.com

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